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| WHILE the earth is dark and grey | |
| How I laugh within. I know | |
| In my breast what ardours gay | |
| From the morning overflow. | |
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| Though the cheek be white and wet | 5 |
| In my heart no fear may fall: | |
| There my chieftain leads and yet | |
| Ancient battle trumpets call. | |
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| Bend on me no hasty frown | |
| If my spirit slight your cares: | 10 |
| Sunlike still my joy looks down | |
| Changing tears to beamy airs. | |
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| Think me not of fickle heart | |
| If with joy my bosom swells | |
| Though your ways from mine depart, | 15 |
| In the true are no farewells. | |
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| What I love in you I find | |
| Everywhere. A friend I greet | |
| In each flower and tree and wind— | |
| Oh, but life is sweet, is sweet! | 20 |
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| What to you are bolts and bars | |
| Are to me the arms that guide | |
| To the freedom of the stars, | |
| Where my golden kinsmen bide. | |
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| From my mountain top I view: | 25 |
| Twilight’s purple flower is gone, | |
| And I send my song to you | |
| On the level light of dawn. | |
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